...And We Exhale and Roll Our Eyes in Unison

And the earth's air pressure gets far greater when I hear you

Perched on the edge of my high bed
And I spent the last seven years
And frankly, we're reasonably practical
And woe is us together
And if you've come here for the faces

And woe is me and woe is you
(The last man standing is a girl)

You should try harder
We know the benefits of always doing these things in flats
Scratching 'I am incredibly sincere' into my high forearm
Then you leave under duress
And we exhale and we roll our eyes
You should know it better
This pop concert by virtue
And woe is me and woe is you
Four sweaty boys with guitars tell me nothing about my life
And we exhale and roll our eyes in unison

And we do these things in unison
A fifteen year old's a notorious lazy innuendo

And you still treat it like a novelty
It takes an educated guess to see I like you a little at best